The Wall O’ Bows

I don’t recall Dad ever wearing a bow tie. If he had, I’m sure it would’ve been something like bee Bow Tie o’ the Day. He would’ve starred in these posts for me like Mom does. He would’ve worn any neckwear I handed him, and he would’ve posed and hammed it up, just to make me happy. Dad never served in the military, but he loved his country. Dad didn’t tolerate bullying or cruelty. He was a flower child– all about peace, love, and freedom. ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธย And bees. ๐Ÿ

The Ties And I Miss Him Every Day

Dad’s own Tie o’ the Day honors him. This photo was snapped when he married Mom in 1948, two months after they graduated from DHS. Dad was smitten with Mom through the entire 59 years of their marriage. And it showed. Even people outside our family noticed it. And at his funeral, they told us they had seen Dad’s eyes brighten whenever Mom entered a room. Dad’s example taught me to always openly express my affection to those I care about, so they can never doubt I love them. ๐Ÿย ๐Ÿค—